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That's right, baby, shake what ya mama gave ya!
And here's my impression of an old, wet bag...
Tee hee! Like, whose Oscar anyway, and how much's in his trust fund?
Think of a happy place, think of a happy place, think of a happy place...
NOO!! Seriously!! The roof is on fire!
Repent, all ye heathens! Repent, and worship me.
This is my guitar. His name is Jack. And Jack must go now...
YEEAAAHH!!! I am the champion!! Say no to land mines, niggaaa.
Whose ya daddy?!
I haven't felt so alive in...oh...shit...is that a heart attack?
Hmmm...would I like the last piece of pie?............YES!!!
Paul: Yes, that's right. "Charity" concert.
The Dutch: Yes, yes, indeed. I was inclined to think so as well.
Paul: Ah, but of corse. Those silly Norweigians.
Heather: Tee hee! I like jello.
Paul: Geeeooofff. Now you leave those children alone. They didn't do anything to you.
Heather:
Mmm, he looks rich.
Farewell, farewell. I good you bid evening.
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